Meadow

The white-splashed woman could not repress the smile that flickered across her lips at her sisters less than amicable response to her subtle request. Not that she had expected any less from the more brusque of the siblings. It did not trouble her at all, for she would not change Giliene for the world. They had come into the world together, two separate hearts that beat as one despite all of their differences. Her dappled sister’s own greeting is little less than she would expect, though part of her was intrigued to gauge his response. Some men did not take well to women who spoke their own mind, who took their freedom into their own hands which the pair did. Nothing would or could keep them for the sense of purpose which had drug the sibling across a sea.

Her ears flicked casually at his words, catching them and the smile that he offered, her own body shifting slightly to maintain her view of the large stallion around her sisters protective form. The deep chuckle that left his broad chest broaden the smile on her own face, pleased to see he was amused at her sisters words where so many may have taken offense. She could not resist her fathomless eyes straying from the vanner before them, trailing off behind him to where the thrum still sung to her soul beckoned her onward, to the more that was promised just beyond the horizon. Goose’s words muffle into the background noise, one with the sound of crashing waves and whistling wind. Nephele had a tendency to let her dreams get the better of her, relying on the anchor which her sister provided to keep her steady in the storm her own thoughts often created.

Unconsciously she takes a single step forward, her feathered hoof landing quietly in the sand and only the stallions last words happen to catch her attention and break her reverie. Her gaze returning to the large man as he implies that they seemed new to these islands. She can’t help the laugh that leaves her lips, short and perhaps a bit bemused. “I would think its rather obvious that we have just arrived, the saltwater still sitting on our backs evidence enough.” She quirks an eyebrow at her sister, a part of her still eager to be on their way.